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OST. 8 
00BE 5 S BUBAL IS 
(iPad of night, taking his shamo into her bosom, 
and only wishing she could have laid him gently 
in the churchyard grave while yet a little hil¬ 
lock had beeu large enough to cover the glory 
of her Ufa. 
O mother! broken-hearted mother! would it 
not have been a little thing to thee to have 
given up the wine-cup if thus thy son could 
have been saved? Young mother, think of 
these things! They are occurring every day. 
The learning of the schools did not and could 
not save this youth. Warning him of the 
wickedness that is in the world did not save 
him ; although if had linen deep and strong. 
Prayers did not save him, although they had 
been many, because the same God who has 
enjoined the duty of prayer has laid upon us 
other duties which must also be fulfilled. 
leading for th$ ||oiing. 
him that If he had succeeded In taking the 
bird away he would have derived no pleasure 
from it, for the old saying was a very true one, 
“Ill-gotten wealth never prospers.” — Little 
Folks. 
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BE CONTENT. 
“OdeakI I don't see what you buy such 
thick shoes for," said little Jennie Bay, “ they 
are only fit for clod-hoppers. Why can’t I have 
a pretty pair of Trench gaiters like Jennie 
Swift's ? ” 
“ We buy such things as wo can afford, and 
think suitable for you," answered her mother. 
“ 1 am sorry that, Instead of being thankful for 
thorn,” you should fret so. I wish you were 
more like the man who said, “ I never grumbled 
but once, and that was because my shoes wero 
worn out, anil l had no money to buy new ones. 
Soon after, I met a man who had no feet, and I 
went contented with my bare ones.” 
“ I'm not so badly off as either of them," 
laughed Jennie; “so I’ll ho glad I have got 
thick shoes, to protect my bare feet, and that 
I have feet to be protected.” 
SONG OF THE FLAIL. 
In ihc autumn, when the hollows 
All arc Ailed with flying leaves. 
Ad( 1 the colonies of swallows 
Quit the quaintly stuccoed oaves. 
And a silver nutntlo glistens 
Overall tho misty vale. 
Sits the little wife and listens 
To the beating of the flail. 
To tho pound 1 n« of the flail— 
By her cradle sits and listons 
To tho flapping of the flail. 
The bright summer days are over. 
And her eye no longer secs 
The red bloom upon the clover 
The deep green upon the trees. 
Hushed tho songs or flnoh and robin, 
With the whistle of the quail: 
But sne hears the mellow throbbing 
Of the thunder of the flail. 
The low thunder of tho flail— 
Through the amber utr the throbbing 
And reverberating flail. 
In the barn the stout young thresher 
8tooplng stands with rolled-up sleeves, 
Beating out his golden treasure 
Krom tiie ripped and rustling sheaves: 
Oh, was ever knight in armor— 
Warrior all In shining mail— 
Half so handsome as her farmer 
A# ho plies the flying flail. 
As he wields the flashing flail ?— 
The bore-throated.brown young farmer, 
As lie swings tho sounding flail ? 
All tho hopes that saw the aowtng, 
All the sweet desire of gain, 
All the Joy that watched tho growing 
And the yellowing cf tho grain, 
And tho love that went to woo her, 
And the faith that shall not fail— 
All arc speaking softly to her 
In tho pulses of the flail, 
Of the palpitating flail— 
Past and Future whisper to her 
Ir. the music of the flat!. 
In Its crib thotr babe Is sleeping. 
And the sunshine from tho door 
All tho afternoon Is creeping 
Slowly round upon tho floor; 
And the shadows soon will darken, 
And the daylight soon must pale, 
When tho wife no moro shall hearken 
To the tram; Ing of the flail. 
To the dancing of the flail— 
When her heart no moro shall hearken 
To the footfall of the flail. 
And the babe shall grow und strengthen, 
Ue a maiden, he a wife. 
While the moving shadows lengthen 
Itoun I tho dial of their life: 
Theirs the trust of friend and neighbor. 
And an ago serene and halo. 
When machines shall do tho labor 
Of tho strong arm and the flail, 
Of the stout heart and the flail— 
Great machines perform the labor 
Of the good old-fasliionod Hall. 
But when, blessed among women, 
And when, honorod among men, 
Thsy look round them, can the brimming 
Of their utmost wlBhes then 
Give them happiness completer? 
And oan ease and wealth avail 
To make any music sweeter 
Than the pounding of the flail ? 
Oh. the sounding of the flail !— 
Never masio can ho sweeter 
Than tho music of the flail! 
THE BESPONSIBILITIES OF MOTHERS. 
Look at the beautiful Infant grown up into a 
boy, soarcoly loss beautiful—a noble, healthj 
hoy, with bright eyes and glowing cheeks, and 
forehead unruffled by a single oare, unstained 
by a blush of shame. Such a boy, hiding per¬ 
haps within his generous breast a thousand 
wounded feelings which ooarser natures never 
knew, early begins to experience the want of 
something that will help him to look bravo 
when he does not feel so—something that will 
help him to holdup his head above the troubled 
waters when half conscious that he le sinking; 
and altogether to carry on the great struggle 
of life without betraying that he ta almost sub¬ 
dued. Such a boy, with all that play of feature 
and variety of look and voice and character 
whloh render him at once admired and bet¬ 
loved, U In infinitely more danger from the 
habits of society than one of sterner mold. 
Now let the mother who has so tenderly 
watched this boy, look at him at the age of 
twenty, at twenty-five, and then at thirty 
years. Let her each time that she meets with 
him—for be will in all probability have left the 
maternal roof—gaze earnestly Into his face, 
traoing out with her eye those exquisitely 
chiselled features which she oan remember 
without the aid of any artistic copy. Let her 
meet him again at forty—mothers and sons 
have so met, are so meeting every day. Let 
her look still Into that face, for love will look 
even to tho last, and then lot memory go back 
to that early time when she held him to her 
heart and pillowed his hoad upon her brea 3 t as 
he lay asleep In bis beauty. 
All the world tnay pass by that hideous man 
of forty yoars’ intemperance, and some may 
laugh ; but the mother cannot laugh. All the 
world nny pass him by, and some, In passing, 
may gather their garments closely round them, 
because they would not let the u touch a thing 
*o loathsome and so vile. But the mother sits 
oear him still, opens her door for him at the 
Wiiat it Costs to he a Loafer—D oes the 
young inun who persists In being a loafer, ever 
reflect how much leas It would cost to bo a 
decent, respectable man? Anybody can be a 
gentleman if he chooses to be, but It la expen- 
si vetoing a loa Ter, It costa time—days, months, 
years of It. It coats friends. Your consorts 
will be only the buccaneers of society. It costs 
health, vigor, com Tort all true pleasuro in 
living, honor, dignity, wolf-respect, and tho 
respect of the world when living, and finally 
all regret and consideration when dead. 
PLAYING MEETING. 
'Twas a rainy morning. My children four, 
Ernest and Bell, I.ouiso and May, 
Ami the two little DUonw over the way. 
Hart been noisy In play an hour or more. 
When all at once auoli a quiet lay 
On tho room, that 1 gue sect it was “ Mooting Day.’ 
So I noiselessly drew to the door ajar, 
And snt und listened; they could not see 
My form, but the group was plain to me: 
Ernest, with fact' drawn gravely flown. 
Ills little bead lose in Ills father’s crown, 
Hail the hlgUoAt seat in the gallery. 
And Alice Dixon, whoso placid face 
In Its sober moods was pictured rest, 
With a ’kerchief folded on her breast, 
Sat next to him. In tho preacher’s place. 
And the young ones on stools bolow, 
Louise and Bell, and May and Joe. 
A solemn silence Ailed tho room! 
I know not then, and I know not now, 
If It coll Id bo so, but. it seemed somehow 
That the Spirit of Goodm-sa did descend 
The same that, wo feel In its holy sway 
In the grown-up meetings not formed for play. 
ANCIENT COURTSHIP. 
Here Is an advertlsemout, apparently the 
first among many: 
“ To til - Public; This Day, ami on every Mon¬ 
day, Wednesday, and Friday, will he open’d, at 
the Gentlemen's Register Office in Newcastle 
Court, a true Copy of the Ladles Register for 
Inspection, according to tho Terms mentioned 
in til,' i.-riom Proposals for promoting lawful 
ami honorable Marriage ; where any Gentleman 
for One Shilling shall receive a Ticket which 
will entitle him to view tho Register Books cm 
any two different Days of Inspection within 
tho Date thereof. The Pamphlet to lie had at 
I In- said Office, and at the Ladies Office In St. 
Martin's Street, Leicester Fields, and at Mr. 
Owen's, Bookseller, near Temple Bar.”— The 
General Advertiser , May .1, 1750. 
Tho way a jilted lover revenged himself a 
hundred ami twenty years ago may serve as a 
warning -see Tho General Advurtiscr, May 15, 
1750: 
“Wueheas on Sunday, April 12, 1750, there 
was seen in Cheapslde, between tho hours of 
Four and Five in tho Afternoon, a young Gen¬ 
tleman dressed in a light colored Coat, with a 
blue Waistcoat, trimm’d with Silver Lace along 
with a young Lady lu Mourning, going towards 
3t. Martins near Aldo'gate, This Is therefore 
t,0 acquaint tile same Gentleman (as a Friend) 
to he as expeditious as possible lu the Affair, 
lest, otherwise lie should unhappily meet with 
the same disappointment at last, by another 
stepping In In the meantime, as a young Gen¬ 
tleman has been lately served by the aforesaid 
young Lady, who, after a Courtship of these 
four Months last past, and that with her own 
Approbation, and In the most publtok Maoner 
possible, and with the utmost honour as could 
possibly become a Gentleman. Take this Sir 
only as a friendly Hint.— f am Tours. Timotuy 
Hint." 
This announcement appears to be one of a 
series in various forms,- London Athenaeum. 
POLITE CHILDREN. 
“Thank you, Charlie,” said Mrs. Brown, as 
her little son handod her a paper he was re¬ 
quested to bring. 
“ Thank you, Bridget," said the little fellow 
a few hours after, as he received a glass of 
water from his nurse. 
“ Well, Mrs. Brown, you have the hest man¬ 
nered children I ever saw," said a neighbor. “I 
should bo l.liankfill If mine were os polite to 
me ns. yours are to the servants. You never 
spend hulf ao much time on your children's 
clothes as I do, and yet every one notices them, 
they are so well-behaved." 
“ We always try to treat our children polite¬ 
ly," was the quiet reply. 
This was the whole secret. When I hoar par¬ 
ents grumbling about the Ill-manners of their 
children, I always wish to ask, “Have you al¬ 
ways treated them with polltenoss?" 
Many parents who are polite and polished in 
their mannersjjtoward the world at large, are 
perfect boors inside the home-circle. If a 
stranger offer the slightest service, he is grate¬ 
fully thanked: but whoever remembers t.o thus 
reward the little tireless feet that are traveling 
all day long up-stairs and down, on countless 
errands for somebody? It would be policy for 
parents to treat their children politely for the 
sake of obtaining more cheerful obedience, if 
for no other reason. The costless use of an “ If 
you please," and “ I thank you," now and then, 
will go far to lighten an otherwise burdensome 
task. Say to your son, “ John, shut that door,” 
and with a scowl, he will move slowly towards 
it, and shut It with a bang. The next time say, 
“John will you shut the door, please? ” and he 
will hasten with a pleasant smile to do your 
bidding. 
Scolding.—W hat good does scolding do? 
It does no one tho least service, but It creates 
Infinite mischief. Scolded servants never do 
ilielt'work well. Thtlr tempers uro roused, as 
well as the mistress's, and they very often fall 
In their duties at awkward moments, simply to 
spite her and to “ serve her out." Very wrong 
in them doubtless ; but human nature is frail, 
and service Is a trying Institution. It does no 
good to husband or child, for it simply empties 
the house of both as soon as possible.—AT. T 
Observer. 
The Princess Margarotta Is greatly beloved In 
Rome for her many and tender charities. She 
Is very beautiful, and it Is said that her pres¬ 
ence has an Influence on the populace possessed 
by no one else. When any disturbance threat¬ 
ens they send for her. Her age is twenty-four. 
PROBLEM,—No. 11. 
Then Alice, the preacher, ruse to speak— 
Boll giggled a little, but all the rest 
Sat perfect ly quiet, as if possessed— 
And she said In a voice that was clear und sweet, 
“ Dear friends, 1 know wo nro young and small, 
But I think the good Lord loves us all." 
And then she wont further <>n to show, 
How. when they got cross at their work or play, 
Or woro naughty, He turned Hl-i face away; 
And she prayed " to be tJOQd, ' and her prayer I know 
Was very simple In thought and word, 
But a sweeter one 1 lmvo seldom heard. 
Then the hands wore shook, and tho meeting broke, 
And the children laughed to bo free again ; 
But l thought perhaps not all In vain 
Was that meeting held or that sermon spoke. 
For planing gnvtl may Induce tho state, 
And theAf nude things confound the great. 
[ Children’s Friend. 
Mb. Jones bad a very clever starling that 
could say many words. If Mr. Jones asked, 
“Little starling where arc you?” the Btarllug 
answered, “I am here, master, l am here,” 
Charlie, his neighbor's sun, often noticed the 
starling, and once, lu Mr. Joflefl' absence, the 
naughty little boy thought he would like to 
take the bird home, uud keep him In a cage in 
his own room. It was very naughty though, 
for the starling did not belong to him. He 
caught liltn very oaslly, for ho was very tame, 
and ho put him into his pocket. Just as he was 
going away, Mr. .Tones returned, and wishing 
to give Charlie a pleasure, called to thestnrling, 
“My pretty Dick, where are you?” and the 
starling lu tho little boy’s pocket answered, in 
a choking tone, *' I am here, here, here." Poor 
guilty Charlie had to aonfess, and Mr. Jones 
was very grieved that the little boy—his neigh¬ 
bor’s sou—should be so dishonest, and he told 
CROSS-WORD ENIGMA.—No. 7. 
My first Is In run but not in walk; 
My second is In beam but not In balk ; 
Mv third is In laugh but not In cry; 
My fourth Is In boil but not in fry; 
My fifth is In good but not in bad ; 
My sixth Is In whip but not In gad ; 
My seventh Is in cook but not In serve ; 
My eighth la In bend but not in bow. 
My whole makes man happy here below. 
Answer in two weeks. b. r. h. 
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PUZZLER ANSWERS.-Sept. 19. 
Historical Enigma.— Emancipation Proc¬ 
lamation. 
Problem No. 8.—Base=33.167184 rods. 
8ide=53.087837 rods. 
The radius of tho circle Inscribed In an isos¬ 
celes triangle measures 8 rods, while the radius 
of the circle that olrcuinscribes theaamo meas¬ 
ures 20 rods- Required, the base and one of 
the sides of the triangle. This problem has two 
answers. 
THE POWER OF CHILDREN. 
A man was leaning, much intoxicated, against 
a tree; some little children coming l'romschool 
saw him there, and at once said to each other 
“ What shall we do for him ? ” 
Presently, said one, “Oh! I’ll tell you, lot’s 
sing him a temperance song." 
And so they did ; collecting around him, they 
sang— 
“ Away the bowl, away the bowl,” and so on 
in beautiful tunes. 
The poor fellow enjoyed tho singing, and 
whon they had finished that song ho said, 
“Singagain, little girls, sing again.” 
“Wo will,” they said, “if you will sign the 
temperance pledge." 
“No, no ; wo are not at a temperance meeting; 
there are no pledges here." 
“ I have a pledge,” cried one ; and “ I have a 
pencil," cried tho other holding up the pledge 
and pencil, they besought him to sign It. 
“No, no; I won't sign it now. Sing for me." 
So they sang again— 
" The drink that’s m the dniuknrd’s bowl 
Is not the drink for me.” 
“Oh, do sing that again," said ho, as he wiped 
the tears from bla oyes. 
“ No, no tnore," thoy said, “ unless you’ll sign 
the pledge ; sign, and wo will sing for you.” 
He pleaded for tho singing, but they were 
firm, and declared they would go away if ho 
would not sign. 
“ But," said the poor fellow, striving to find 
an excuse, “ there’s no table hero, how can I 
write without a table? " 
At this, a modest, qulot, pretty little creature 
with her finger on her lips, came and said, 
“ Yes you can spread the pledge on tho crown 
of your hat. and I will hold It for you." 
Off came the hat, the child held it, and the 
pledge was signed, and tho little ones burst out 
with— 
“ Ob, water for me, bright water for me. 
Give wine to tho tremulous debauchee.” 
I heard that man In Worcester Town Hall, 
with uplifted hands and quivering Ups say, “ I 
thank God for tho sympathy of those children, 
I shall thank God to all eternity that He sent 
those little children as messengers of mercy to 
me."—John B. Gough. 
A NOISY POOKET-FULL. 
I am composed of 20 letters: 
My 15, 5,14 is a tree. 
My 13, II, 18 is tho Laplander’s horse. 
My 1, 3,11, l!) la a burrowing animal. 
My 11, 2, 8, (J, 13 is an Insect despised by all. 
My 14, !>, 5, 12 is a bird. 
Myfl, 10, 11,1, Ifl, 12 Is a fish. 
My 0,12,10, 18,13 is a reptile. 
My 4, 2,10,18,13, 7,15 Is a place for the rearing 
of birds. 
My 14, 5, 10, 0,19 11 is an animal. 
My fl, 12,16,14 is our winter friend. 
My 17,15, 5 Is tho name of a grain. 
My 11,10. 6, 0, 2 Is a trap for catching horses. 
My 15, 5,10, 20 is a space of time. 
My whole U tho name of a visitor to many 
families throughout the United States. 
Westminster, Md„ 1874. h. s. r. 
J3T" Answer la two week&. 
ANAGRAMS. 
No. 1,—Eh how glthfs dan sum aywa, 
Llwl vile ot hiftg hontare yad. 
No. 2.—Het yaw si nolg ym glrdnal, 
Teh doars) goruh nad epset, 
Dan saft scasor het vegnten kys 
I ese oth waahods pewes; 
Tub bo! ym veol, ym dlgnarl. 
On 111 ot au nac mooe, 
On rotrer runt su morf cht thap, 
ltof ew car nigog mohe. 
Answer in two weeks. 
Scale of figure 40 rods to the inch. 
B. F. Burleson. 
£3^” Answer in two weeks. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA.—No. 6. 
